Man, what is it about the warm weather?! I don't want to do anything - not even cook - which is saying a lot for me. I do want to eat though which is proving problematic and the kids and husband, well, they kind of insist upon it as well. :) I think I'm just a little out of sorts this week and super tired and I figured out why. Anyway...
I have a to-do list as long as my arm and don't really want to do any of it. I'm thinking that when the kids run out of clothes, I'll just send them to the unfolded baskets and have them sort through to find something to wear. They'll love that.
And seriously, if I have to hear crying over another fake injury, I'm going to cry! :) This is what I hear constantly, "He touched me", "Wahhhh", "Look, Mom, right here" (as I strain to see the microscopic wound). We are working on toughness this summer and I'm teaching them to SAY, "Ouch! That hurt!" and be done (unless it's a serious injury, of course and I'll be the judge of that, thank you very much! :)). Lest you think, I'm completely heartless, I will be happy to tell them how sorry I am that they are hurt and give them a hug or even kiss said fake owie, but I will not stand for 10 minutes of wailing over nothing. And don't even think that a band-aid will fix it - they hate band-aids - even the character ones. I know, weird kids. And I know, mean mom.
Seriously, is there any ice cream around here? I'm going to have 2 helpings with chocolate and then I will be armed and ready to kiss away more boo-boos, come up with a supper plan, and fold some clothes. Who am I kidding...I'm taking a nap first. :)